Wilt and Blue
Dreamed I was having a terrific idea for a story. The idea was playing out in visual form, but my dream mind was frustrated because I never have enough time or stamina to finish writing when I'm on a roll, and I lack the discipline to go back and get back into that story's mindset later on. While dreaming, I was frustrated, knowing that I'd wake and lose most of what was happening, what I was seeing. There was a basketball superstar who befriended one of his fans, and they lived in a strange universe with different physics than ours, and the color palette was muted with a lot of grey green and milky yellow. They had adventures, like hanging out in people's houses and eating their food and watching their tvs when the people were out. They drove around in a crappy pickup and talked about the parallels in their vastly differing lives.